While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

Like, anything genetic on either side? Heart disease? Cancer? I was thinking maybe I should do a DNA test too.”

Elaine turned off the water.

The kitchen went very still.

Martin set down his coffee. “Those tests are garbage. They sell your information.”

“I know,” I said. “But it could still be interesting.”

“It’s not worth it.”

His tone was no longer fatherly.continue reading …